“We must go on
Pretending day by day
That in Gaza
There’s crisis hunger and plague
Cos the billion bucks in aid
Won’t buy their basic needs
Like some cheese
And missiles for the kids”

The fuck?

Words fail me.

For the love of God, do not go and look at the Youtube comments, you’ll vomit all over your keyboard and consider becoming an orang-outang or a turtle or a parsnip, anything other than a human ‘cos on this evidence humans are the most FUCKED UP CREATURES IN THE UNIVERSE.

Now, true, I have not listened to a Supergrass album since their second one, In It For The Money, a dissapointingly serious affair after the punk rock exuberance of their awesome debut, I Should Coco. I nicked it from an Our Price in Redditch, I think, which says something about just how long ago it was that Supergrass released their second album. Indeed, it was that halycon summer of 1997, the year before Freeserve introduced the internets to the country and everything changed, forever.

That year I was in Redditch. We did a lot of hedge jumping to that Richard The Third joint. 10 years later me and Bizzle supported them at the Dublin Castle in Camden. Warners were considering signing me at the time, and me and my band came on in crazy ninja wrestling masks and scared them off. I got everyone in the crowd to turn around and swear at Wade, then chastised them for doing something soc ruel just because someone told them to.